Border End Morning
It was not a good start to the day, and it never improved: grey and flat skies, draining the land of colour. But as the sun rose across Upper Eskdale, there were moments of beauty like this.
Border End Morning
It was not a good start to the day, and it never improved: grey and flat skies, draining the land of colour. But as the sun rose across Upper Eskdale, there were moments of beauty like this.